The YouTubers watch a crazy Japanese music video that went viral called, ME!ME!ME! feat. daoko by TeddyLoid!
when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow
The YouTubers watch a crazy Japanese music video that went viral called, ME!ME!ME! feat. daoko by TeddyLoid!
when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow
found this sick keyboard at the thrift store and the mouse that comes with it is sick too
I’m sorry, this is so ugly. Probably because of the Comic Sans. But I can dig that mouse.
shut your fucking face fuckface
Queer music is impossible to define because we are not a monolith and we all have our own tastes and styles but it sure is not harry styles and taylor swift
putting “lying to kids is ok” on the table immediately looks bad. but theres nuance. because kids deserve to have as much context and respect as anyone else you live with. but also. telling them that leaving doors open will make ants carry away the entire house is necessary until their brains can quantify the heating&air bill
Never knew what love really felt like until i moved in with my best friends and realized that i didn't like staying in my room all day, and id much rather take naps on the couch where one or both of them are in the same room, doing their own thing peacefully. They make fun of me for all my dad naps, but it's so peaceful and comforting to fall asleep around the people you love and know that they'll look out for you and/or wake you up if something happens. I spent all day Saturday asleep, literally woke up late, got breakfast, sat down on the couch, and konked out for an hour. Woke up, vacuumed, went back to sleep. Woke up to make some chips, went back to sleep. When they leave town without me i can't take my couch naps cause it's not as comfy without them there. Humans are made for communities. Humans are made for best friends. Humans are made for napping with someone nearby who loves you.
Hopper had undersold Harrington’s condition.
Wayne hadn’t expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place.
Black eye, bruised chin, split lip.
More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck.
The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn’t doubt that there were more.
Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved–entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain–made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital.
Because Steve Harrington hadn’t just been beaten.
He’d been tortured–and very recently strangled.